I laughed as I watched the tortured X-Men huddle below my hovering body. I felt the dying sensation inside of Storm's body... the woman I inhabited. The desire to just let go of ever safety she had on her mind and emotions. Just to dwell in the midst of the elements once again. She wanted to let go. And I would allow her.
"Storm!" the one called Wolverine yelled up. I was so sick and tired of being called Storm. Hadn't these puny X-geeks realized it?
"I control this mind and this body! I'm in charge! I am Dark Pheonix!" I spoke with the power and authority that shut them up, "And I will forever dwell in this body and power!"
"Ororo! You have to control the Pheonix..." her mentor and leader Professor Xavier tried to explain. He was digging into Ororo's mind. But she was out and I was in. I would be in charge forever more and there was nothing they could do about it. They could only wish to live in my presence. The undying cosmic powers dwelled inside me as much as I dwelled inside this human body.
"You worthless mutants! You want me to leave this body? You want me to hunger for the emotions? You bid me to give up the surging power to control the elements? You dare to ask me to go back into the cold, empty, nothingness of space and dwell? NEVER!" my voice was cold but my form was hot. I was this large fire surrounding Ororo. The fire from myself glistened brightly off of her white hair and her eyes remained a pure white. Her brown skin complemented my anger as my body rose higher above them.
"We have to destroy the Pheonix!" Xavier told his little band of mutants.
"But what about Storm?" Logan asked. I had felt that emotion before. Love and worry. But now I wanted more. I wanted to feel vengance and hatred!
"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do for her," Xavier said, bowing his head down in shame.
The first attack came from Scott Summers. Cyclops. I knew it would. He was jealous of Storm. He wanted her to die so he could have full leadership of the X-Men. She had defeated him once before even without her powers. The foolish attack made me laugh. "Foolish mutant! The Pheonix cannot be touched!"
I raised the brown-skinned hand of Ororo, and thrusted it at Cyclops. Out came the burning heat of my power. Thrusting his body into the ground and pushing him deeper and deeper into the crust of the earth. "Stop it Storm! You're killing him!" Jean yelled.
"I am not Storm! Your weather goddess lives no more! I am Dark Pheonix!" I yelled and did the same attack on Jean Grey. Trying to kill them. Wanting to kill them. I wanted to feel the joy of killing someone. The joy of winning. The sensation burned into my cold heart as my fire went towards killing the two mutants. And I laughed.
Then, for a slight second, Ororo regained control. I could feel my sensation being closed up. She was not stronge than I though. It would only be a matter of seconds before I regained control and would finish off Cyclops and Jean. I could hear Ororo speak. Her compassion swallowing up my hatred and the burning fires began to go out. "Scott... Jean... I cannot control the Pheonix. I am so sorry for the pain she is causing you. I love you both. I am sorry."
Then I regained the control of the body. The delicous sensations pulsed through my burning soul as I pressed the bodies deeper into the ground. I heard the screams of pain and terror shooting from their lips. It was joyous!
"Storm please! DON'T!" Jubilation Lee yelled.
"Storm lives no more! I am Pheonix!" I yelled. And she remained quiet as did the rest of the X-Men who dared no to challenge me. I had not yet taken advantage of the power that Storm already had. If I joined it with the power of the Pheonix then it would really do damage. More damage than they could imagine.
Lifting up Ororo's hands the fire stopped. Jean's body moved from side to side as she still scream. A giant hole in the earth where her body laid. Her skin burnt nearly beyond repair. But Cyclops laid in his hole DEAD. No signs of life. No chances of ever gaining another breath.
"Scott," Jean moaned, but it was the only word she could get out.
I then allowed Storm to rise yet again from inside of me. To allow her to speak with her friends. Her body slowly went back down to the ground. She went down on her knees, face to the ground. I allowed her to surface for this little time for three reasons. Pity, to see if the X-Men were smart enough to destroy her now, and to feel the emotions. The emotions were my main purpose. I wanted to feel shame and compassion as well as the hatred and vengance. But the hate was more delicous. More sensational.
"Stormy... why?" Gambit asked.
"I can't control the Pheonix. I can't stop her desires. The very desires that I feel inside. Everyone wants to make destruction in their hearts. Everyone wants to feel the full intentions of hate. That evil that is stuck inside the flesh in us. The true curse that ever living human has inside of them. And the Pheonix is feeding off of it! How can you ask me iWhy?/i Does it look like I want to kill my friends? Does it Remy?!? Do you believe that through all the years of deep control that I would even have the mind of courage to injure my loved ones?" Storm fumed. Still on her knees, but the fire burning in her eyes could be seen by every person there. Rough winds blew through her hair. Announcing her feelings. Her emotions of pain.
"Storm," Xavier rolled near her, "You must control the Pheonix."
"Don't you understand? I CAN'T!" Storm nearly cried. But she didn't. Although she was one of the most compassionate people alive she had only cried three times in her life. That was three more times than I had cried. I was never able to cry. Never able to hate. I was cursed to protect the wretched M'Kran crystal. That was my only purpose out of being created. And it made me hunger. When I had first inhabited the body of Storm, that was when I first knew that I was hungry for these emotions. I never even knew they existed. Much less felt them.
But now, after I had begun to taste them, I became addicted to them. Wanting more for my soul to consume in the fires within me! I needed more! Wanted more! I had to have it! I needed it! And I was going to HAVE it! NOW!
"Storm!" the one called Wolverine yelled up. I was so sick and tired of being called Storm. Hadn't these puny X-geeks realized it?
"I control this mind and this body! I'm in charge! I am Dark Pheonix!" I spoke with the power and authority that shut them up, "And I will forever dwell in this body and power!"
"Ororo! You have to control the Pheonix..." her mentor and leader Professor Xavier tried to explain. He was digging into Ororo's mind. But she was out and I was in. I would be in charge forever more and there was nothing they could do about it. They could only wish to live in my presence. The undying cosmic powers dwelled inside me as much as I dwelled inside this human body.
"You worthless mutants! You want me to leave this body? You want me to hunger for the emotions? You bid me to give up the surging power to control the elements? You dare to ask me to go back into the cold, empty, nothingness of space and dwell? NEVER!" my voice was cold but my form was hot. I was this large fire surrounding Ororo. The fire from myself glistened brightly off of her white hair and her eyes remained a pure white. Her brown skin complemented my anger as my body rose higher above them.
"We have to destroy the Pheonix!" Xavier told his little band of mutants.
"But what about Storm?" Logan asked. I had felt that emotion before. Love and worry. But now I wanted more. I wanted to feel vengance and hatred!
"I'm afraid there's nothing we can do for her," Xavier said, bowing his head down in shame.
The first attack came from Scott Summers. Cyclops. I knew it would. He was jealous of Storm. He wanted her to die so he could have full leadership of the X-Men. She had defeated him once before even without her powers. The foolish attack made me laugh. "Foolish mutant! The Pheonix cannot be touched!"
I raised the brown-skinned hand of Ororo, and thrusted it at Cyclops. Out came the burning heat of my power. Thrusting his body into the ground and pushing him deeper and deeper into the crust of the earth. "Stop it Storm! You're killing him!" Jean yelled.
"I am not Storm! Your weather goddess lives no more! I am Dark Pheonix!" I yelled and did the same attack on Jean Grey. Trying to kill them. Wanting to kill them. I wanted to feel the joy of killing someone. The joy of winning. The sensation burned into my cold heart as my fire went towards killing the two mutants. And I laughed.
Then, for a slight second, Ororo regained control. I could feel my sensation being closed up. She was not stronge than I though. It would only be a matter of seconds before I regained control and would finish off Cyclops and Jean. I could hear Ororo speak. Her compassion swallowing up my hatred and the burning fires began to go out. "Scott... Jean... I cannot control the Pheonix. I am so sorry for the pain she is causing you. I love you both. I am sorry."
Then I regained the control of the body. The delicous sensations pulsed through my burning soul as I pressed the bodies deeper into the ground. I heard the screams of pain and terror shooting from their lips. It was joyous!
"Storm please! DON'T!" Jubilation Lee yelled.
"Storm lives no more! I am Pheonix!" I yelled. And she remained quiet as did the rest of the X-Men who dared no to challenge me. I had not yet taken advantage of the power that Storm already had. If I joined it with the power of the Pheonix then it would really do damage. More damage than they could imagine.
Lifting up Ororo's hands the fire stopped. Jean's body moved from side to side as she still scream. A giant hole in the earth where her body laid. Her skin burnt nearly beyond repair. But Cyclops laid in his hole DEAD. No signs of life. No chances of ever gaining another breath.
"Scott," Jean moaned, but it was the only word she could get out.
I then allowed Storm to rise yet again from inside of me. To allow her to speak with her friends. Her body slowly went back down to the ground. She went down on her knees, face to the ground. I allowed her to surface for this little time for three reasons. Pity, to see if the X-Men were smart enough to destroy her now, and to feel the emotions. The emotions were my main purpose. I wanted to feel shame and compassion as well as the hatred and vengance. But the hate was more delicous. More sensational.
"Stormy... why?" Gambit asked.
"I can't control the Pheonix. I can't stop her desires. The very desires that I feel inside. Everyone wants to make destruction in their hearts. Everyone wants to feel the full intentions of hate. That evil that is stuck inside the flesh in us. The true curse that ever living human has inside of them. And the Pheonix is feeding off of it! How can you ask me iWhy?/i Does it look like I want to kill my friends? Does it Remy?!? Do you believe that through all the years of deep control that I would even have the mind of courage to injure my loved ones?" Storm fumed. Still on her knees, but the fire burning in her eyes could be seen by every person there. Rough winds blew through her hair. Announcing her feelings. Her emotions of pain.
"Storm," Xavier rolled near her, "You must control the Pheonix."
"Don't you understand? I CAN'T!" Storm nearly cried. But she didn't. Although she was one of the most compassionate people alive she had only cried three times in her life. That was three more times than I had cried. I was never able to cry. Never able to hate. I was cursed to protect the wretched M'Kran crystal. That was my only purpose out of being created. And it made me hunger. When I had first inhabited the body of Storm, that was when I first knew that I was hungry for these emotions. I never even knew they existed. Much less felt them.
But now, after I had begun to taste them, I became addicted to them. Wanting more for my soul to consume in the fires within me! I needed more! Wanted more! I had to have it! I needed it! And I was going to HAVE it! NOW!